Hello my precious.
These letters seem to be getting harder and harder to write....
People say time heals but it really doesn't. As time goes by it becomes harder and harder to know that you are no longer an earthly angel.
This is the last photo that I got to take of your beautiful face and gorgeous smile - even though you weren't feeling well - I do believe you were smiling at your angels because you weren't facing or looking at me - its as though you were in another world.
This photo captures every essence of your being.
I guess the hardest part is that we don't get to see new pictures of you. I go on to my phone and open up the folder and I still expect to see new photos, and then I realize I will never and this will be the most recent and last one I took.
It breaks my heart baby boy - Daddy and I feel like we are just trying to survive and not doing too well at it.
We don't really know how to cope, besides to slap a smile on our faces and pretend to everyone else that everything is ok - well at least that's the impression that everyone seems to get. But in fact we are dying inside and barely surviving.
I love you baby and miss you more than words can ever begin to explain.
I found this the other day and it is pretty much true:
"My Mom Is A Survivor
My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.
But I hear her crying at night when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...a smile of disguise.
But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive.
These letters seem to be getting harder and harder to write....
People say time heals but it really doesn't. As time goes by it becomes harder and harder to know that you are no longer an earthly angel.
This is the last photo that I got to take of your beautiful face and gorgeous smile - even though you weren't feeling well - I do believe you were smiling at your angels because you weren't facing or looking at me - its as though you were in another world. This photo captures every essence of your being.
I guess the hardest part is that we don't get to see new pictures of you. I go on to my phone and open up the folder and I still expect to see new photos, and then I realize I will never and this will be the most recent and last one I took.
It breaks my heart baby boy - Daddy and I feel like we are just trying to survive and not doing too well at it.
We don't really know how to cope, besides to slap a smile on our faces and pretend to everyone else that everything is ok - well at least that's the impression that everyone seems to get. But in fact we are dying inside and barely surviving.
I love you baby and miss you more than words can ever begin to explain.
I found this the other day and it is pretty much true:
"My Mom Is A Survivor
My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.
But I hear her crying at night when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...a smile of disguise.
But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive.
Author......unknown
Forever and for always you loving mum
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